Stream was always there,
So I dipped my tea kettle
Too much, poured some back
One who saw said, “look!
He pours river from kettle!”
Thus legends are made.
Ways not known to me
Appear beneath my Nikes
Synchronicity
What led me here now
I shall follow in future
Ways remain unknown
As temple bell rings
Flock of sparrows leaves its tree
Will they all return?
As a poet, I
hate to hear, “I don’t get it.”
But to “pay” for it.?.
Only on urbis
Is haiku so prized.
I’m proud to be here.
sad haiku addict
views world as sevens and fives
hummingbirds giggle
From how many angles might one observe a grain of rice?
There are infinite ways of saying one simple thing.
As my words are read silently,
across vast volumes of empty infinitude,
riots of quiet thought reflect against
the perfect mirror of some unknown reader.
Reflecting and resonating a certain turn of phrase.
Growing like a smile, those untellable miles mean less than
the nothing that separates my thoughts from yours.
Dancing back to back, put through our paces,
have we grown closer to each other,
or some monstrous perfection
seen only in the halcyon ashes of evolution?
Bosh and falderal!
I say, bark your pleasures and pains until they are no more.
Laugh until you weep, then cry yourself to sleep,
and slumber through the storms,
returned, and stolen
and found
in a three-lined, unrhymed verse.
Gunsaku gathers
various viewpont verses
each stands on its own
Haiku seventeen
Join in celebration
Portal to Dreamland
fleeting illusions
relax away from conflict
embrace enigma
edges of a dream
curative chaos patterns
unbelievable
On seventeen wings
Muse soars above destiny
Waiting for Poet
Haiku meta-muse
Vivid creativity
Tiny arena
Smiling Man-Shaped-Wind
Pressed into dream stilled willow
Visionairian
Native guide of dreams
Presents passed to future friends
Remember this face
whose mask gazes deep
finding words in flocks of birds
counting flocks of sheep
more than I can say
